Tuesday, October 09, 2007


When it rains
in the mountains
all night
the water
carries trees and homes
with it.

When the ice melts
it flows
creating sudden streams
gushing out of nowhere.

I wonder if
I will get the time
to call you
when I am dying.

October 5, 2007

1 comment:

jerry said...

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